Journey to the End of the Night
Chapter 51 - 51 51 13

51: Chapter 51: 13 51: Chapter 51: 13 Young Master Meng’s complexion changed slightly, and he hurriedly urged, “Brother Si Chen, this matter involves an internal swordfighting contest of the Xijian Sect.

Outsiders cannot intervene.”

However, Baili An didn’t even glance at them, and he said sideways to Jin Sheng, “You owe me two favors now.

After everything is over, you’ll have to tell me about the Xijian Sect affairs as a repayment.”

Jin Sheng was utterly stunned, looking at Baili An’s smiling profile and murmured, “You…

believe me?”

Baili An nodded and said, “I believe the facts I’ve witnessed.”

In fact, during their journey, he had thought that Jin Sheng had left already, never realizing that Jin Sheng had been following him all along.

This action was, of course, meant to protect him.

Starting from the time he was chased by those five disciples from the Demon Cave,

to now when these two nominal disciples of the Xijian Sect aggressively tried to force him out, even setting trap after trap, all to force Jin Sheng to reveal himself.

If Jin Sheng had accompanied him openly, it would naturally have caused him great trouble.

Thus, he deliberately acted ungrateful and left nonchalantly.

Even though he had an aura of malevolence about him as if he had come from Hell itself,

Baili An still believed the facts spoken by him.

Regarding those two, combining the prior events and now their aggressive actions, they were keenly hoping for Jin Sheng to draw his sword.

Baili An certainly didn’t believe there wasn’t a deeper conspiracy at play.

Lin Guiyuan, seeing the tense atmosphere as both sides were on the brink, frowned and said, “Mountain Realm…

no private duels.”

“Xuanzhi.”

A soft call came from the center of the lake, where the beautiful Merfolk Lin Yuan, with a profound look, said, “Mountain Father said not to intervene in this matter.”

“But…

but…” Lin Guiyuan looked worriedly at Baili An, somewhat hesitant.

Faced with the intimidation from Yin Tiger, Yang Zhao and the other showed no intention of backing down.

They exchanged glances.

Together, they formed a sword finger with their left hands and stabbed towards their own chests, drawing out a stream of fresh blood that quickly smeared across the dark sword bodies.

This direct stab to their hearts drained their faces of blood, yet they fearlessly prepared to execute the next sword strike.

With a soft sound, the fresh blood was devoured by the chilling Sword Qi, igniting dozens of dark sword fires.

Almost in unison, their wrists twirled, intertwining the dark sword fires into a vast Fire Net under the tips of their swords, ensnaring the Yin Tiger within.

Not to kill, but merely to entangle the steps of Yin Tiger.

“ROAR!!!”

The massive Yin Tiger stepped out, its crimson eyes disdainful amidst fiery blue and crimson flames.

But when the sword fire-formed Fire Net enveloped it, the Yin Fire on its body was noticeably drawn out, enhancing the Fire Net’s blaze.

Even though they couldn’t injure Yin Tiger’s body in the least, they successfully enveloped its Heroic Spirit’s body in the Sword Qi Fire Net for the moment.

Baili An frowned deeply.

He knew of Yin Tiger’s strength, but he hadn’t expected the duo to have such a countermove.

Unconsciously, he reached for the Autumnwater Sword within the green jade, but his chest tightened, only to be pushed aside by a broad hand.

Jin Sheng said in a deep voice, “Enough, this has nothing to do with you.”

There was no need to involve this young corpse demon further.

In the instant when Baili An was pushed away, Yang Zhao and Huang Kang had already leaped up, wielding the demon exorcism Dao Swords that were no longer enveloped in sword fire but emitted a dark and grim hue.

The wounds in their chests bled profusely, rapidly channeling into the dark long swords in their hands, forming a mournful river of blood, with their eyes fiercely resolute!

Such an approach of risking their lives for each other garnered the admiration and regret of the crowd:

“These are truly the disciples of the Xijian Sect, the epitome of righteousness, fearless of power and indifferent to life and death.

Such nobility is truly a model for our generation!”

“Indeed, indeed, the reputation of the Xijian Sect is well deserved.

The disciples it teaches are truly different.”

“Brothers Yang and Huang, exorcising demons and eradicating evil, once this matter concludes, I will surely engrave your great names on a sword and pay homage to them!”

The battle had only just begun, yet the flattering and pandering words, like flies, buzzed incessantly and refused to disperse.

Blood crazily gushed and poured!

Yet the demon exorcism Dao Sword remained pitch-black, untinged by any red.

The dust in the mountains whirled wildly, and fine crimson rays glinted on the sword tips, illuminating the tranquil Mountain Realm in a bright crimson hue.

Monkeys in the ancient trees began chattering anxiously, their fur bristling as they hid in their huts, trembling with covered ears.

Seeing those crimson rays emerge, Jin Sheng’s eyes suddenly narrowed sharply!

A terrifyingly fierce aura surged on his handsome, wheat-colored face.

He growled, biting out each word, “Blood Drawing Sword!

Merely two lowlives!

Daring to use our Xijian Swordsmanship!”

Jin Sheng faintly sensed that these two men were likely not just simple vermin from a filthy sewer!

A boundless rage rose in his heart, his eyes reflecting the blood-red threads in an instant, turning similarly crimson.

His overlapped right hand, out of anger, bulged with veins, his palm slowly sliding down to firmly grasp the sword hilt.

Baili An’s expression changed slightly, he urgently said, “Do not draw the sword!”

“CLANG!!!”

It was still a step too late.

The clear and boiling sound of the sword’s cry echoed through the entire Kongcang Mountain.

In the unseen sky above, the night sky’s clouds, rolling like blood, turned bright red and burned into a massive Fire Bird.

This enormous fire cloud bird should have been inanimate.

But when two stars fell from the sky, embedding in the giant fire bird’s beastly pupils, they suddenly took on a life-like quality.

From the Fire Bird’s beak, which contained Red Thunder, it buzzed as it gathered breath and power.

Upon hearing that unique sword cry resonating in the world, everyone felt as if an invisible sharp sword had been thrust into their hearts, producing a suffocating sensation enveloping death.

Yang Zhao and Huang Kang’s swords were already embedded in Jin Sheng’s ribs by the time the flamboyantly red thunder crashed down from the sky.

A single strike of the sword blasted a gap in the Barrier above the Mountain Realm.

The lush ancient forest was also struck by thunder and fire, creating a huge hole, with some remnants of ancient trees still crackling and burning with the flames brought by the thunder strike.

The blazing red thunder rays directly obliterated the figures of the three men.

Being closest to the Jinsheng Battlefield, Baili An and Young Deer were caught off guard.

Luckily, Yin Tiger, having broken free from the Fire Net, used its massive Yin Tiger body to shield them from the residual Thunder Force.

Above Lin Guiyuan’s head circled a golden sun bird.

Its bright golden wings fluttered, dissipating the residual force of the Red Thunder.

His face showed shock as he watched the thunder rays gradually disperse and diminish, his eyes filled with awe.

People were blown far away.

Some sat on the ground with their pants still warm and wet, paralyzed by fear.

Even their companions had pale faces and shaky legs, lacking the strength to help others.

Their lips trembled pallidly, as if opening their mouths would cause their souls to spill out.

Even Wen Yu, standing at the very back of the crowd, saw the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes flatten and disappear from the immense shock.

His mouth couldn’t close, his body shook uncontrollably, his face flushed with excited shock.

In that moment, they finally understood why, among the important disciples of the Xijian Inner Sect, no one had heard the name Jin Sheng.

Because within Xijian, they only needed to remember one number: thirteen.